Gilles De Raisin Bran, you seem like fun.

Gelman has always struck me as trying a little too hard to be weird-humored.
There is something mannered, winking, and forced about it.
He's like the anti-comedy version of Kid's and The Hall's "Sir Simon Milligan's Pit of Penultimate Darkness."

It's nice to know that armor gauntlets and a tiara goes with a sharp business suit as well as lounging casual.

Originally, I thought, "Oh, they will revive Twin Peaks and give justice to the characters."
But boy, howdy, has Lynch said "Fuck that."
Cooper is a retard.
They are barely even in Twin Peaks.
And James comes back only to sing that damn song again.
Well played, Mr Lynch.
Well played.

Kanye pops into Prodigy's hospital room and yells, "Omelette you finish."

Last thing I heard about her was last year, someone claiming she went nuts at a gas station because they were taking her picture.
She was demanding they pay for taking her picture.
You know, because she's "famous."
I don't think the person knew this and was pretty puzzled.

Ugh, maybe it's just the marketing, but this trailer sure as hell looks like it misses the point of the original.
While it no doubt is right-leaning and pretty racist and simpleminded, the original Death Wish is also a pretty goddamned melancholy film, not so much about violence as liberation as violence formed from…

Jared Leto pretending he reads anything that isn't graffiti.

*eats tv dinner while riveted, nodding approvingly*

Oh god, I'm probably the only person here who first thought, "Heroic Trio!" but thats the kind of stuff I was raised on.

Jesus fucking Christ what a miserable set that must have been.

It Conquered the World is one of my favorite MSTies.
I watched it so much, I swear I must have gone through four vhs tapes of it.
At least it will live forever(?) in digitally bootlegged glory.

Samsung has been increasing the battery life of their phones just so Sting can freak on them longer.

Return's like a teeter totter between sublime Lynchian moments and a near abandonment of actually redeeming the core cast characters by giving them little to do other than wallow or be totally transformed by Lynch's eccentric whims.

Awww.
I just watched the five hour cut of Until the End of the World last week (and poor Max Von Sydow and Jeanne were two of the many casualties roped into that mess of a film).

At best, this blatant attempt to make Trump likable is cucumbersome.

Ugh.
If there was one sin Michael Moore should be condemned for, it is the documentarian inserting himself as some self-righteous figurehead in his films.
(That said, hypocritically, I still love Roger & Me.)

Weird question.
I have a hazy memory that they scamper away during a supply run or something?
I know they aren't around for the latter half of the narrative.

I like people that don't get brain cancer.

Nah, I read the book.
It's one of those dystopian things, this one with monsters that drive you suicidally insane if you so much as glimpse them.
Animals aren't effected, but do freak out, so at one point the small group of survivors get some birds (and dogs) as a way to know the monsters are near.